"It's over, this fool, I'm afraid of going crazy again."

Not far away, Tuoba Ying, who was paying attention to Chen Tai'a's battle from beginning to end, suddenly sighed.

Looking at Mr. Chen again, he saw his body suddenly flew into the sky until he stopped under the clouds and looked down at Song Daoran under him.

Then his eyes drooped as if he was meditating, but it was only a moment of change of thought. His eyes suddenly opened again, and a lightning flashed from his eyes.

He held the sword in both hands and suddenly held the sky with a finger. A huge sword pressure spread out. Purple electric patterns flashed around the crows in his hand. The entire sky began to be covered by crisscrossing sword energy, stirring up the sky and dancing with clouds, as if the end of the world was approaching.

"The nebula fell to the ground!"

He shouted coldly, held Ya Jiu horizontally with both hands, and stomped on the void under his feet. His whole body was like flying from the sky, carrying purple electric flowers and "booming" air explosions, and flew down at Song Daoran below.

"You guys have a good fortune!"

Song Daoran was stunned for a moment, then cursed with a somewhat ugly expression.

He didn't expect that Mr. Chen actually used a nebula to fall to the ground, and its power was no less than Chen Qingzhi.

However, as the strongest pavilion leader of Taichu Pavilion in a century, he would not be scared by this sword.

I saw the Five Ming Fans in his hand shining brightly, and the Fengyu Jue in his body turned his full strength and fanned seven times at Chen Tai'an's Allen.

Seven layers of thick wind walls covered with clouds and mist. There are runes flashing on the wind walls, and the flowing light is extremely spectacular. They are like round shields that swiftly rotate, covering Song Daoran below.

"Let's see how you break my Feng Shen Shield!"

Song Daoran looked at Chen Tai'a, who was carrying a huge power and flew down like a star, and said with a heroic look on his face.

However, even Song Daoran felt a little exhausted when he waved the Five Ming Fan seven times in a row.

Almost in an instant, with a "bang" sound, Chen Taia, who turned into Xingyu, held a long sword in his hand and directly penetrated the Feng Shenshield on the top, followed by the second and third levels... and broke through five layers in a blink of an eye.

Fortunately, when he reached the fifth floor, Chen Tai'an's figure that flew down like a star fell, finally stopped.

Seeing this, Song Daoran let out a sigh of fear.

"It's so dangerous. The power of this Immortal Killing Sword is a bit scary. If you are using a sword, you'll be afraid..."

Just as he sighed like this, the scene above his head suddenly made him speechless.

When the power of this sword was exhausted, Chen Tai'a did not choose to retreat, but then lifted the sword in his hand, condensed his true energy again, and another style of star fall to the ground and stabbed him at Feng Shen Shield.

With two "bangs", Song Daoran's Feng Shenshi broke through.

Without the obstruction of the Feng Shen Shield, Chen Tai'a held a long sword in his hand, and his body was like a star falling. Crafts of purple lightning appeared all over his body. With the sound of thunderous sound, he flew down from the air. The sword tip pointed directly at Song Daoran, who was wrapped in the wind tornado.

"Is this a human or a ghost?"

Song Daoran looked shocked. In his opinion, using two consecutive "Star Falls Falls to the Earth" is simply a move of ghosts and gods.

But at this moment he had no time to sigh. He knew very well that if he could not block Chen Tai'a's sword, he would not be as simple as being ruined and would probably die here directly.

He abandoned his distracting thoughts, closed his eyes and focused his mind. He stretched out his index finger with his left hand and pointed directly at Chen Tai'a's direction. The five-ming fan with his right hand began to sway towards his fingertips at a rapid speed. A very small whirlwind began to emerge from his fingertips.

The tornado, which was originally protecting him, had now expanded rapidly at the speed visible to the naked eye. In a blink of an eye, the tornado had covered the entire square west of Lutai. A huge suction force spread to the surroundings. Some cultivators who were approaching were a little unstable, and their bodies couldn't help but sucked the tornado.

Just when many cultivators felt that they were about to be unable to hold on, with a roaring thunder, a purple light of light flew down from the air and suddenly pierced into the huge gale of wind tornado.

With a "boom", the originally terrifying storm of the wind, together with the clouds and mist absorbed around, was shaken by the sword.

Without the barrier of the Tornado, Song Daoran's figure appeared under Ya Jiu's sword edge without any obstruction.

Almost as Ya Jiu pierced Song Daoran's body-protecting Tornado, Song Daoran faced Ya Jiu's sword and gave a finger.

"Feng Shen Finger."

He shouted fiercely with a sharp look.

With his loud shout, the extremely small whirlwind at his fingertips collided with Ya Jiu's sword edge.

The ball of Yuya Jiu appeared to be extremely small, and the moment the collision of Yajiu exuded an extremely terrifying power, just like a hurricane that could overturn a giant ship, was sealed on Song Daoran's fingertips, and finally suddenly released.

As this terrifying power collided with Chen Tai'a's power of falling from the ground, the entire square to the west was suddenly shrouded by a roaring storm, and some cultivators with poor strength were even directly knocked down the cliff by the waves of air swept up by the gale wind.

And Tai Ah Chen and Song Daoran were also shocked by these two huge forces.

Song Daoran even installed it directly on the bluestone ground. Even the bluestone slab protected by runes was quickly smashed by him at this moment.

"Ahem cough cough"

Song Daoran coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood and took a few breaths before he recovered.

"I guess that kid is not feeling well. This finger condenses what I have learned throughout my life."

He thought to himself while gasping for breath.

"But I am a person who lives in my 100s. Isn't it good to deal with a child like this? Moreover, this kid is Chen Qingzhi's only bloodline. If he dies at my hands and falls into the underworld in the future, it will be difficult to explain to Chen Qingzhi."

He immediately thought worriedly again.

In fact, his relationship with Chen Qingzhi is not an enemy.

Both of them became famous at a young age and unconsciously regarded each other as their opponents. Although Song Daoran lost more and won less, he had no hatred for Chen Qingzhi.

When Chen Qingzhi died, he happened to be in seclusion. When he came out, he heard that his old opponent had died. He had not recovered for a long time.

So I heard that Chen Qingzhi and his descendants had more surprises in my heart.

The reason why I told Chen Tai'a that the two were enemies was just to let the other party fight with him.

What he didn't expect was that Chen Tai'a's strength was far beyond his expectations, and finally came to the point where he had to use the killing move of the Wind God Sharp.

"This kid, can't he really not have hit my finger?"

The more he thought about it, the more he became nervous.

Just as he was trying hard to get up, a figure suddenly broke through the clouds and mist in front of Song Daoran and came out in front of him.

"You lost."

The man raised his sword and pointed at Song Daoran, and said confidently and sunny.

The person who came was Mr. Chen.

Although there was another wound on his shoulder and his clothes were even more dilapidated, his breath was calm and he did not look like he had suffered a severe injury.

Song Daoran looked at Mr. Chen who pointed at him with a sword. He was stunned for a moment, then he walked to the ground, leaning on the ground, laughing like crazy and "haha":

"Yes, I lost, I lost, I lost, I was convinced."

It’s great that the old friend’s son is not dead.

He said, thinking in his heart.

Seeing this, Chen Taia said nothing, but silently returned Ya Jiu to the sheath.

"Why, don't you kill me?"

Song Daowen suddenly said.

When he spoke, his eyes were not blinking, and he looked straight at the clouds in the sky.

"I remembered it."

Mr. Chen also looked at the sky and suddenly said without a head or end.

"What did you remember?"

Song Daoran asked.

"My father told me a story when I was a child. In that story, he had a friend who only knew how to go to seclusion and practice all day long, and the most powerful move of this person was Feng Shen Finger."

Tai Ah Chen smiled and looked at Song Daoran. After saying that, he turned around and waved his hands to Song Daoran while walking.

"So he treats me as a friend."

Song Daoran was still lying in place, looking straight at the clouds above his head.
Chapter completed!